Chapter 26

“You’d better fetch her before these damned cats walk off with her,” Dabbs said cryptically before hanging up.

Great. A cat lady.

I stood, reached for my jacket.

Should I call Charlie, tell him we had a death call? Was he ready to make death calls on his own? Should I just go by myself? Perhaps ask Joel to go with me?

After the Duffy crowd that day, a little alone time seemed the best bet. The drive over to Aberdeen was pleasant enough, and I could clear my head and think my own thoughts. I put on my coat, went to the foot of the stairs, and called out.

“Mama! Got a call. I’ll be back.”

I waited for her to respond. She would want to know who, and when, and all the particulars.

Silence at the top of the stairs.

“Mama?”

Pik put in an appearance, offered a meow, then darted off.

“Mama?” I called again.

She did not answer.